This is a song about "Guns blood money"

Artillery weak with guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence

But i dont carry guns

Guess they ran out of options

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

It's been nothing but pain

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho